sandals, shoes, boots. (repeat)

it’s the monday giggles…

It’s fall y’all,

time to know

where your socks are!

hugs n’ blessings for the unpaired!

Somewhere safe with somebody good

Oh, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person: having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them out. Just as they are – chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

Dinah Maria (Murlock) Craik, 1826-1887

What does a person want?

I believe, as one of Jan Karon’s books is so aptly titled, we want to be somewhere safe with somebody good.

But what does that mean?

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